A time when the weight of my life doesn’t pull me down so fast it like I’m drowning on my own thoughts.
Just trying to move forward and do something different so things make sense and have meaning behind them.
The energy to go on is there but when the clock struck 5 pm I start the fall and sleep becomes me as my eyes get heavy and my body shuts down.
And so I’m in a deep sleep that only lasts for four hours and trying to go back to bed is sometimes harder than trying to stay awake.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes
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What is this “back to bed” of which thou speaketh DS?
In this poem, I wrote about going to bed but not back to bed, so I’m not sure what you meant.